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Sep 2020
When the world is new, gone are the old.
Here where houses grow first than trees.
More men born in shrinking lands.
Women buried under protest for reality.
So mother is ever sicker.
When will she be free!
8/27/2019
KC
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KC  20/M/Philippines
(20/M/Philippines)   
96
   --- and mister truth
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